Call Me Mother

Guess who′s back in the house Heels click-clackin' about Fine, fresh, feminine, style to eleven I′m divine, so heavenly Gentlemen sweatin' It's dimes across the board with no doubt Body like WOW! Pussy bouta end this trial Titties so plentiful, fishy queen jezebel Should be criminal Don′t make sense for a bitch to be this endowed Watch for the sound What is that sound? Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground Wait for the four, drop to the floor Add up the tens to get the score I been that bitch, yes I love that drama Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clinton′s to the Obama's I keep it tight, now they call me Mother Shady queen bitch, I love that drama Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clinton′s to the Obama's I keeps it tight, now they call... Me... Mother... Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I′m black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Jaded queen Shade machine Gets the me Best believe I′m that Glamazon They know my name because I'm on another echelon Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-atron And I ain′t lookin′ up to anyone that gams along And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on I′m only gettin' out of bed for $20 Million Now get your camera phone Cause in a minute I′m about to be on (Here come that girl) Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up Give her 12, that's the bread and butter Plenty flush, she′s the big shot caller Get-get run over, over None of these bitches is cunty like Ru Clockin' these chickens I cluck and they clothes Runnin' my business, Miss Boss comin′ through When I step in you know well what it do Uh, y′all know well what it do None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru Runnin′ my businesses, don't need a whip When I step in, they know well what it do When I step in, they know well what it do Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers She been done had herses Jaded queen Shade machine Gets the me Best believe Mother Ru Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I′m black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow